Misted (Team Zero #5) by Rina Kent

“It’s you who doesn’t understand, Hellion. This,” I cup her harshly, groaning at how much she comes undone. “Is mine.” I pinch her nipple again. “This is also mine. You. Are. Mine. It’s time you learn what mine fucking means.”

“But —”

“No Buts. There’s no way in fuck you’re going anywhere anymore.”

“But Hades and…”

I place a hand on her mouth and yank my shorts down. I’m already rock hard. “Don’t mention his name when I’m about to fuck you into oblivion.”

Mist nods frantically, and with my hand against her pussy, I can feel how turned on she is.

I flip her over so she’s on her hands and knees with her tight arse in full view. My palm comes down on it in successive spanks until she’s dripping wet and crying out in both pleasure and pain.

She wriggles against my hand, demanding more. I give her that. I give her everything. We’re not the children from fifteen years ago. Our passion lost some of its purity and gained a raw, potent strength. It’s all about consuming each other and never getting fucking enough.

Today, she’ll be mine wholly and thoroughly.

My fingers smear her wetness from her folds to her slowly opening arsehole. She doesn’t stiffen as she used to at the beginning. If anything, she moans at the feel of my thumb between her sore arse cheeks. I’ve been preparing her since the day I knew she remained virgin where I didn’t touch her before.

I rub my cock against her entrance and drag it to her other entrance as a tremor jolts through her.

My fingers find her mouth as she arches her back. She sucks my index and middle finger into her small, hot mouth. I can’t help recalling the memory of when I first saw her masturbate with her finger in her mouth and when she repeated it in her sleep on this same bed and moaned my name.

“Fuck, Hellion. I need every inch of you,” I whisper near her ear and lick it, knowing how much she loves when I play with her sensitive spots.

“You can have me,” she mumbles against my fingers, rocking her arse against my rock hard dick. “I’m all yours.”

Those words are my fucking fix. I thrust into her arse as two of my fingers slam into her tight pussy at the same time.

She shrieks and moans at once. I release her mouth because I want her to scream. I want the whole fucking house to know whom she belongs to.

And she does scream.

Hellion might have hidden her reaction before but now, it comes unhinged and out of fucking control. The way she meets me thrust for thrust, the way she arches her back and opens up to me drives me insane.

I’ve always been a bit crazy for this woman.

My hands are all over her body, pinching her sensitive nipples, grabbing her hips and pulling her against my cock. My body covers hers from behind so I’m all over her, around her and everywhere inside her. My cock slams in and out of her tight arse. My fingers match the rhythm in her pussy and my free hand’s fingers stuff her mouth. My lips find her neck and ear and I bite and suck, marking her as hard as she moans and screams my name over and over.

The bed creaks with each slap of skin against skin. We’re so joined together, it’s like we’re an extension of each other.

“Tell me you’re mine, Hellion,” I groan against her neck, leaving bite marks.

“I’ve always been.” She breathes with a lust-filled voice, body tightening around me.

My thrusts turn animalistic. “And you always will.”

As if my words are an aphrodisiac, she comes all around me with a breathtaking scream. She clenches my length, but I keep going and going and going, letting the buildup consume me. Consume her.

I want her to know how much she drives me fucking crazy. How much I dreamt about her even when I was drugged and tortured out of my mind.

Even when I thought of her as my damnation, she was always my fucking salvation.

I come with a guttural groan and let my body fall over hers.

She’s breathing so heavily as I flip us around so she’s lying on top of me and I’m not crushing her.

“Oh, wow… that was…” she gulps, plopping on her elbows on my chest, and running her fingers through my hair. “Wow.”

A smirk curves my lips as I bring a strand of her hair to my face and inhale the lilac scent. “You loved it, huh?”

She nibbles on her bottom lip. “I love everything about you, Hawk.”

My lips find hers and I kiss her with a softness that tears moans from both of us.

For long hazy minutes, we just kiss slow and passionate and with unsatiated longing.

I don’t want this moment to end, but it does when she asks with troubled hazel eyes, “Now what?”

“Now, you need to run.”





38





Hawk





Hell is just a name.



“There’s no fucking way I’m running.” Mist stands beside me in front of the bed, arms crossed, and with a scowl on her features.

All I can focus on is how my T-shirt hugs her tall, slender frame.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how territorial it makes me feel to see her in my clothes.

I’m checking my guns spilt on the bed. Ammunition, magazines, and my sniper rifle.

Ink is still downstairs with Scar, probably debating about what’s the most psychotic way to ‘destroy the world.’